“So, you just want to fuck me,” I state, understanding what he meant by his one-trick pony reference.
“I mean, yeah. Nothing could come of the two of us since I’m already promised to some chick I don’t know, but I still have needs. The way I look at it, you and I are here, in this room. Hawk is so far away, he won’t be coming back anytime soon. You’ve had a long, stressful day and I wouldn’t blame you for needing someone, sweetie. It must be hard being here, alone. Shit, babe, the way you ran into my arms earlier . . . Mmm.” Zane brings his hand up to my cheek and brushes his fingertips against me. It sends shockwaves through my body, covers me with goosebumps, and makes me think about everything he just said.
Hawk is just a man, I know. He’s a friend, a friend that I want more from if we’re given the opportunity. But he isn’t here— Zane is.
Chapter Nine
The best relationships start off as friendship first
~ @KushAndWizdom
Raven
There’s a small part of me that feels guilty for looking at Zane the way I am right now. I’m unsure why the shame is even coming to the forefront of my mind. Maybe it’s solely because I do like Hawk . . . but we’re only friends. Hell, we could be friends forever or it could turn into something else. I’m not a mind reader. Sometimes, I wish I was. I could’ve avoided a lot of pain in my past.
I shut my eyes for a moment and internally tell myself it doesn’t matter what I do with Zane tonight. Hawk and I won’t even be able to see if we’d be good together until I officially move down to Las Vegas. Right now, we’re basically just flirting from afar.
Zane moves his hand from my cheek down to my chin, “What’s it gonna be, Raven?”
I glance down to his fingers holding onto my chin securely and meet his eyes with my own. Zane smiles like he already knows I’ve made up my mind, and it’s probably because I have a shit poker face.
I grab ahold of his arm and move his hand up higher, sucking his thumb into my mouth. The thought of sexual release is enough to make some of the horrors I endured today dissipate. Zane pulls his thumb free and stares at me like I’m a sexual goddess.
“Fuck, I have no idea what I’m in for, do I?” he asks, while his eyes can’t focus on one part of me.
I slide off the bed and stand in front of him, shimmying out of my clothes quickly. No part of me wants this to be sensual. I want a rough, dirty fuck and Zane seems like he’s the man to give it to me. I think about Hawk for a moment— wondering if I’d do this to him if he were here. Shit. The answer is no because I want Hawk to mean something to me. Zane never will. He’s as easy as a slut.
Zane takes his hands and rips off his shirt, immediately going to his belt buckle and kicks his jeans and boots to the floor in one swift movement. I keep my eyes glued to his abs. They’re so defined you could probably wash clothes on them. I slip my tongue over my lip and go from left to right, taunting him as I wait to see his dick pop free.
Zane takes down his boxers and I gasp when I see the piercings he has down there. I drop to my knees eager to get a closer look. He has one directly below the head of his cock, and another that goes through his urethra and out the other side. I think it’s called a Prince Albert but I’m not sure. “What, you never fucked a man with iron before?”
I shake my head, “No, I haven’t.”
He snickers, grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling my mouth up to the head of his cock. “Well, sweetie, you’re about to get an entirely different experience. Now, suck my cock. I wanna remember those pouty lips of yours going down my shaft.”
I’m not the type of bitch who takes orders from a man. At another time, I used to be, but not anymore. I know my worth and I’m not a whore-for-hire. “I’ll wrap my lips around your cock after you make me cum. Consider it a parting gift.”
He releases my neck and looks around my room, almost like he’s searching for something. “I don’t like it when women get mouthy on me, brat. You got anything interesting in here?” He stands up, walks around me kneeling on the floor, and strokes his cock as he goes around the room. I see him stop at the small desk in front of the window and he clears it off, taking something in his hands. “Come here.”
I stand, wanting to get fucked, not ordered around. In his hands, he holds two bobby pins and before I realize what’s happening, he has one squeezing my nipple. A sharp, heated pain radiates through my breast but feels good at the same time. He places the remaining bobby pin on my other nipple as he dips two fingers inside my pussy.
I knew I’ve been pent up with sexual frustration for a while, but I didn’t realize just how long I’ve gone without sex. I’m not soaked— yet, but I’m pretty damn close.
“You on the pill or anything?” Zane asks. “For the life of me, I wanna feel all of you.”
I search his eyes, trying to decide if I want a rubber on him or not. “I get the shot. Are you clean or do you fuck around a lot?”
“I’m clean. I haven’t fucked a bitch without a wrapper in almost ten years.”
“Alright. Can we cut to the fucking chase? I want dick, not a conversation,” I grumble out, now glaring at him.
Zane grabs me by the back of the neck, puts my knee up on the desk and pushes my boobs into the cold window. At the same time, he pushes his cock inside me, stretching my pussy wide. I haven’t had anyone in so long, I forgot about the burning sensation when a man rams himself into you.
“Oh, Jesus!” I curse lowly, biting my bottom lip. The coolness of the window gives me another sensation, feeling every extreme.
“Damn. You’re as tight as I thought you’d be,” Zane hisses out, rocking his cock back in and out of me. He plants his hands on my hips, trying to keep me in one place, and increases his speed.
I suck in a sharp breath as he moves a little deeper and the metal of his piercings brushes against me in just the right way. “Ooo!” I ball my hand into a fist, almost feeling like tiny electric shocks are going through my pussy.
“I fuckin’ knew you’d love the feel of me inside your wet cunt,” Zane snickers. Bringing his lips to my back, he sucks skin in between his teeth and bites down hard. I try to wiggle away from him but it’s no use. He has a primal grip on me— one that’ll leave a mark, no doubt.
“Touch my clit, please,” I beg, wanting to come. I’m so close to the edge already from the ferociousness of him fucking me.
Zane doesn’t say a thing but slips his left hand from my hip to my clit, rolling his fingers around my hardening nub. I squirm, pushing myself against him, needing to come more than anything else.
Fuck, I crave this release more than I’ve craved anything.
“Damn, Raven! Your pussy is begging for my come. I just might give it to you, girl,” he growls out as he releases my back.
I moan out something incorrigible, not even sure what I’m trying to say, when an exploding heat stems at my core and comes rushing out of me. Shakes take ahold of my body and Zane speeds up, slamming his cock into me as my juices drip out of me. “Yes, girl! Take this cock, take all of my come. You know you want it.”
Out of nowhere, Zane pulls out of me, flips me over onto my back, and rams his cock back into me. He yanks the bobby pins from my nipples and keeps going at my clit. I feel like I’m going to keep coming— like he’s a pianist and I’m his instrument. My body keeps giving him what he wants, covering him with my essence.
Zane pulls his cock from me yet again and I feel warm gushes of his come go from my pussy all the way up my body as he directs his dick to my face. “Now, come here and clean off my cock before I stick it in your ass.”
I raise a brow in shock, but I won’t say no. If I’ve felt anything over the last few weeks, it’s been pain, stress, and fear. This is the first time in ages I’ve felt release and I don’t want to let go of it just yet. I need it to last a little bit longer.
Chapter Ten
Not all storms come to disrupt your life. Some come to clear your path
~ Unknown<
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Raven
I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping and look to my right where Zane was a few hours ago. I’m relieved to see he left and didn’t sleep in my bed. If he had stayed the night, I would worry everything he said about it being a one-time thing was complete bullshit.
I toss the comforter off and throw my legs over the side of the bed, sliding down onto the wooden floor. Taking in a deep breath, I yawn and walk over to the dresser to grab some clothes. It’s getting colder every day, so I opt for a sweater and some jeans. As for shoes, I’ll just go easy and put on a pair of snow boots.
Glancing in the mirror, I see the serious bedhead and know I won’t be able to fix it unless I full-on shower and style my hair. I opt to comb it back with my fingers and grab a hair tie from the dresser, pulling it back in a messy bun before I walk to the bedroom door and head downstairs.
Much to my surprise, as I go down the stairs, I spot Zane sitting at the head of Fist’s dining room table, sipping on a cup of coffee. “Is there more where that came from or did you drink it all?”
Zane ignores me, sipping the coffee in his cup and motions over to the kitchen. I take his silent signal and walk over to the counter to see there are a good six cups of coffee left. Grabbing a mug, I pour myself a heavy cup, not wanting to infect my coffee with creamer or sugar today. I want it bitter, stiff enough to jolt me straight awake.
“We need to have a chat when you’re done getting your coffee ready, Raven,” Zane calls out from the other room. I turn around, scanning the area and realize no one else is in sight. There’s no way this is on accident.
“What’s going on?” I ask, reluctantly approaching the table.
“Oh, nothing really. We’re just going to have that chat we forgot about last night.”
Fuck, I thought he’d dropped the issue. Apparently not. “Like I said before, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t give a shit. Something is going on with you and it’s not light shit. People don’t just start chasing down a woman without a reason. You’re going to tell me what the reason behind this shit is before I start going around and asking questions myself. I heard enough last night. Pretty easy to figure out who these bastards work for. The one thing I’m wondering is how in the hell you got tied up with the General?”
I pull out a chair and plant my ass on it, taking a sip of coffee before I respond. “I didn’t get tied up with the General, Zane. I don’t even know who he is.”
“You don’t?” His gaze is accusatory as if he believes I’m lying to him.
“No, I don’t. I can guess who is affiliated with him, though . . . my piece of shit family.”
“I don’t follow. What does your family have to do with anything?”
“My Momma randomly called me after years of going without speaking. She wanted to meet up for dinner in town and I went to meet her. Only it wasn’t a sweet, reconnecting experience. She wanted something from me like she always does. Told me she needed money. I walked out when I realized she was trying to use me again.”
Zane doesn’t know about my past or the shit I’ve been through when it comes to my mom and brother. And I don’t want him to know.
“Your mom is the reason those guys were chasing you?” Zane asks, but we both know he isn’t stupid. He can put two and two together.
“No, they wanted to ask me out on a date,” I sarcastically shoot back at him.
“Whoa, easy now, firecracker. Alright, so your mom owes General money and he’s trying to collect by going after you. Damn, we just get over one thing and there’s already something else happening up here.”
“Are we over the first? No one has any idea where Grizzly or the remaining Bears are. It’s only a matter of time before they show back up and wreck everyone’s world.”
“I appreciate the positivity,” Zane says, rolling his eyes. “Hey, aren’t you moving to Vegas soon?”
Jesus. Zane is acting dumb as a doornail right now. “As soon as I can, though I can’t help but feel like my family is going to put a wrench in my plans.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re part of the club now and we’re not going to let anything happen to you. As for your family shit, I can’t promise to help you fix that, but at least you know you’ll be safe here.”
“Thank you,” I mutter, truly appreciating every word he’s just said. My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I pull it out, Hawk’s name plastered across the front. I don’t know what comes over me, but I don’t answer. I’ll call him back in a few minutes. There’s something Zane and I have to discuss first.
“Zane, I don’t want Hawk to know about what we did last night . . . ever. Okay?”
“I thought you said the two of you weren’t an item.”
“We’re not, but I highly doubt him finding out we’ve been together sexually will be good for you.”
“Sweetie, no man owns that fabulous ass or juicy cunt of yours. As far as I’m concerned, I can stick my cock into you every day until he claims you. You’re not off-limits.”
“Zane,” I warn.
“Fine. I won’t say a word. That make you feel better?”
Honestly, I don’t know if it does. Zane gives off a vibe like he’s the type of man who will stir up shit when it best suits him. Still, I reply in a confident manner, “Yes, thank you.”
Chapter Eleven
Sometimes even the devil on my shoulder asks “What the fuck are you doing?”
~ @Mr Villian Quotes
Hawk
It’s been two days since Raven called me scared out of her damn mind. I don’t know what’s going on, but she’s been avoiding my calls. As far as I know, she’s not working. It could be nothing, however, something seems off. It appeared she enjoyed talking to me on the phone and the radio silence is fucking with my head just a tad. That, and I’m worried about her.
I asked Ivy if she heard from Raven this morning and she said she hadn’t and she’d call her later. I could just sit around and wait until Ivy spoke to her, but I don’t want to do that. So, I’m doin’ something I never thought I would and I’m heading to talk to both Damon and Amara about taking a sabbatical of sorts from the clubhouse. Every fiber of my being wants to be near her and make sure she’s alright.
It’s a little past ten in the morning and I know Damon well enough to know it’s now safe to approach him. But in reality, he’s not the one I’m worried about. Amara is far more dangerous without her caffeine fix.
I open the clubhouse door and see Damon seated on the couch. Kat is sitting beside him with her feet up in his lap and he’s giving her a massage. Damn, I need to get used to this domesticated shit. You’d never see it up in Montana, but down here it’s becoming pretty typical.
“Hey, you got a few minutes to talk?” I ask him, signaling with my eyes I want to speak to him in private.
“Yeah, sure. Everything good?”
“Mhm, just need to get your and Amara’s permission on somethin’ if you don’t mind,” I say, looking over to my left and seeing Amara in my peripheral.
“Alright, let's hop to it. I have shit to do today,” Amara says, motioning with her hand for me to follow her.
Damon kisses Kat on the cheek before rising to follow Amara and I back into one of the rooms. Amara already has a door open and we go in behind her, shutting the door.
“You seem awfully serious. What’s up?” Damon asks, searching my face with his eyes for an answer.
“I think both of you know I have a thing for this chick back up in Billings. Ivy’s friend, the one who got shot,” I say, looking at the two of them to see if they know who I’m talking about.
“Yeah, Raven’s her name, right?” Damon asks, and I nod to confirm he’s correct.
“Yeah. I don’t know everything, but she’s having some trouble up in Montana and got scared pretty bad the other night. A group of men was at her car after she left a club and she was smart enough to call me when she saw them. I called Zane and they got to her just in t
ime, but the entire event startled her a little bit. Now, I know I’m the only man who’s ever asked this of you . . . but I want to get back to Montana for a bit. I need to make sure she’s okay and see that whoever is stirring up this shit with her is stopped.”
“Absolutely not. We need you here,” Amara says, but Damon’s expression says something else entirely.
“We have enough men and can spare you,” Damon tells me but looks at his sister before redirecting his attention back to me. “You want this girl to be yours, don’t you?”
“I think it’s a little early to answer your question, but I can tell you I haven’t stopped thinking about her since the moment I met her. Something about Raven speaks to me. I don’t know if it’s her hair color, the tattoos, or the glimmer in her eyes when I see her. Hell, it could be her darkness . . . how I can see she’s been through some tough shit too. I just want to figure out what makes her tick and see where things go from there.”
Damon laughs, “You sound like me when I was goin’ after Kat. All I wanted to do was dig deep into her darkness. So, this girl’s like Kat?”
“Fuck, no. Kat is fucked up. Raven is just . . . mysterious.”
Damon raises a brow and looks to his sister, who looks like she wants to laugh but is holding back. “Normally, I’d throttle you for sayin’ that, but Kat would have to agree with you.”
“So, do I have your permission to go up to Montana?” I ask Damon.
“How long are you thinkin’?” Damon asks me.
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